Song Jiang is a poem written by Yu Gui, a poet in the Song Dynasty. Described the desolation of parting and expressed the feelings of parting. The following is an introduction of the poet Songjiang's feelings for your reference!

"Sung River" draws the bleak west wind into the ship window, leaving Fujian in the wine jar.

I still remember the parting at this time, and the evening drizzle enveloped Songjiang.

Poet's emotion

The first sentence expresses sadness through scenery. Bleak west wind? Rendered the desolation of parting; The second sentence directly expresses the sadness of parting, and the sadness of saying goodbye to Fujian is heartbreaking. The two sat silently without touching a drop of wine; The third sentence exhorts friends to remember the place of departure at this time, suggesting that friends are about to leave, and loneliness and sadness begin; The sentence at the end is lonely and hazy, always watching lonely friends drift away, condensing and deepening the sadness of parting.

The first sentence wrote the time and place. The emotion expressed in the whole poem is farewell.

1, the sound of the west wind blowing on the tree came from the window of the ship, and the wine was full of endless worries after seeing off relatives. I remember when we broke up, the evening smoke drifted in from Songjiang.

2. Expressed the sadness of the author's parting.

3. The second sentence depicts autumn scenery in the south of the Yangtze River: the drizzle in the evening hangs over the river like smoke.

4. Expressed the author's lingering sadness through misty rain.

The sound of the west wind blowing on the trees came from the window of the ship, and the wine was full of sorrow after bidding farewell to relatives.

I remember when we broke up, the evening smoke drifted in from Songjiang.

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(1): sleeve. In poetry? Separate? It means to separate.

The poet Yu Gui, Ren He (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang) was an official and poet in the Song Dynasty. Five-year Jinshi (1232) and two-year Jinshi (1235) are limited. I used to be an official in the coastal areas and a magistrate. He and Chen Qi are very friendly and have poems to return. His poems are best at quatrains, and he often observes nature with a calm mind, and sometimes he has unique discoveries. The writing is clear and poetic.

selected poems

Send friends off in the Spring Festival Evening.

The day is warm with pear blossoms and snow, and the wind blows willow cotton. Spring is more than March and a half, and dreams recall ten years ago.

Poetry is echoed by warblers, but books are not passed on by geese. Dong Jun is as old as before, and my sideburns are sighing.

Spring Festival Evening Lake

Things have passed, and everyone is too lazy to go out. Water plus smoke, mountains with sunset sorrow.

The willow sings the yellow bird, and the beach lies in Bai Ou. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so why buy a boat?

Citan 'an Xiongyun

Then Mongolia printed ink, and a word is better than a book. After two years, it is spring dusk.

Dreams are not in love, and the heart is nowhere to be found. Introspecting on my old age, I lived in a house near a mountain and a lake.

Ci Zhu Xia Yun Sheng

The city is soft and dusty, and the mountain stinks deep. Free wild cranes and spring birds.

Shi Jian sings spring jade, pine sticks and hairpin the sunset. I live in seclusion and have a reading heart.

Sweet Dew Temple

Occupy Huainan, and the west wind enters the temples. One river flows forever, and the scenery is the highest.

On an oblique day, I am fascinated by smoke trees and sail alone to see off guests. Very few people are happy. Today is autumn.

Huishan

The path enters Songguan ancient times, and autumn clouds are accompanied by trees and smoke. I only suspect that there is rain in the mountains. It's just a stream, not a spring.

The poet stays on the wall and the tourists are tied to the boat. With whom to recruit Lu Yu, Ming Lu Gu Li.

Send Chen Yunju

I grew up in Beijing and wore clothes from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. There is no dust in the book, and every sentence in the pen is connected.

Jianghai became famous and the pond was full of dreams. The spirit is still the same, the fresher it is.

Jiuyu

After staying in Beijing for more than a month, you never know the scenery in spring. It can hurt the rain all night, just like in late autumn.

When the guests came, there was no wine, and everyone just talked about poetry. The closure of officials should be the hunger of the people.

Lingyin

Looking back two years, I went to Lingyin. I haven't seen enough all the way, and my clothes are loose and exposed.

White clouds come to meet, springs and waterfalls are plain. There is no such scene in the world, far better than Lushan Road.

On Poetry

There is no body on the avenue, where is the text? From innate painting, poetry is deleted from saints.

Popular for thousands of miles, the later works are out of reach. Weighing who is whose son, you can't save a word.

I sing.

Hand over my heart, there is nothing like getting rid of foreign demons. The more bitter the poem is, the more correct the meaning is.

Time flies, the blue shirt is old and the white hair is worn away. Give up your talent for the world, but recite it yourself.

Peifen

Buy a boat to wear a secluded path, and the grave is the deepest. The wind near the mountain is often cold and cloudy during the day.

I didn't ride it all when I came. There were songbirds riding on the road. Send a message to the city people. Who wants to visit?

Autumn is the most important thing.

Stay with poets and don't teach worldly knowledge. Chatting in suburban markets is late, and autumn is just right.

Sorrow is only based on wine, and poetry remains in the bag. People don't sleep, and the lights are friendly for longer.

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